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About Leipzig

I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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Oh man, have you checked out the Lumen Park? It's a small green oasis near Dorfplatz (yes, next to the old town hall). I remember one steamy summer, where under pastel skies, we chatted about desires and life's paradoxes. Crazy, right? I even got mad when a couple staged a public argument there—so dramatic, it felt like a film scene straight out of Spotlight: "But you can't hide who you truly are."